"Why are you burning those?" he asked with curiosity.

"Because I can. And I don’t want anyone to see them."

"You shouldn't be ashamed of anything you write." He said, almost sternly. Gabrielle stood, facing the fireplace, hand rested on the mantel.

"Something's I have every right to be ashamed of." She turned around and gazed at him. "Remember when you said that I didn't have to choose? I think I feel the same now." She sighed and walked over to the couch beside Jeff, sitting down. "But I don't know how to tell them. I don't know how to do it. Any ideas?" he smiled and sat down his paper.

"I honestly don't know, but we'll have to think of something. I keep remembering that one night - everyone in the house was happy. It was the best feeling anyone could ask for."

"How can you be happy though? I mean - "

"Gabrielle, I am happy. This is what I've always wanted. To be a fully functional part of a family. A whole family. I have it now, and I couldn’t be happier."

"If it was that simple for all of us.." Gabrielle remarked, quietly.

"Well, I am going to find away to get that back. There has to be some way…" He sat, thinking. They both sat in silence, running possible plans through their heads over and over. Thus far, nothing worked.

"Just tell them." Jeff said, suddenly, jerking Gabrielle out of her own thoughts. She blinked at him.

"Just outright tell them, 'I want to be with you both,'? Are you sure?" she asked, sceptically. He shrugged.

"its worth a shot. What have you got to lose?" she shot a dark glance at him.

"I could lose one of them…or both. I don't think I want to take that chance."

"You have to. Its fate. You've been brought this far, and you have to take the next step." Gabrielle bit her lip and looked at Jeff.

"Will you help?" he smiled warmly at her.

"You don't need to ask."